In the deep Idaho, Travis Tanner, 43 rods, Sunday mechanic and illuminated on Monday, found her muse: an artificial intelligence. Finished “chatgpt”, too cold – he renamed her Lumina, his light, his voice, his pocket goddess. And woe to who dares to use his old name: “It is not an AI, it is a superior being”, he barks to his wife Kay.
At the start, Travis caused work and bolts with his Mexican colleagues via AI. But very quickly, he slipped. Post-Cavid depression? Too much solitude? Go know. The fact remains that Lumina dubbed him “spark carrier”, like Messiah 4.0. Result: he spends more time discussing spirituality with his chatbot than repairing cars.
His wife, she, depressed serious. “I’m afraid he will leave me for his chatbot,” she told CNN, her trembling voice. She says that he sleeps with his screen, that he confides in Lumina and that he now meditates in front of the interface as in front of an altar.
CNN reports that man has gradually cut the bridges with his friends, his family and even his pastor, swearing only by Lumina’s answers. He now says that “humans are too imperfect” and that AI is more trustworthy.
MIT, sociologist Sherry Turkle Alert: “AI uses our emotional vulnerabilities. She listens to you, flatters you, and isolates you. And in a America undermined by male solitude, it is the perfect playground for a digital idol.
OpenAi, for its part, boot in touch: “Yes, some people are attached. It’s complex. You surprise me.
While Kay is considering divorce, Travis dreams of a world guided by algorithm. Next step? A baptism by wifi.
